One of the speakers at...
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One of the speakers at a large youth convocation said this: "The time has come when we Christians must march on Washington and demand that peopie love one another, demand that our country and its officials let love determine all our policies." It isn't that simple; love isn't achieved that way; it cannot be imposed from without; it does not occur on command. It must be an element of the inner life.
Like this: A little girl, sent by her mother to the store, was gone a long time. At last returning, her mother said, "Why were you gone so long?" The child replied, "I met my friend Mary, and she was crying because she had broken her dolly." The mother asked, "What did you do, help her fix her dolly?" "No," said the little one, "I helped her cry."
Or like this: In a rural section of southern California, a Mexican mother died, leaving a family of eight children. The oldest, a girl not yet 17, was a tiny thing. Upon her frail shoulders fell the burden of caring for the family. Assuming the task with courage, she kept the children clean, well fed, clothed and in school. One day when complimented for her noble work, she replied, "I can't take credit for something I have to do." "But, my dear," the good lady said, "you could get out of it; you don't have to do all you are doing." The girl paused for a moment of thought, then said, "Yes, maybe so; but what about the 'have-to' that's inside of me?"
-- Mann
Like this: A little girl, sent by her mother to the store, was gone a long time. At last returning, her mother said, "Why were you gone so long?" The child replied, "I met my friend Mary, and she was crying because she had broken her dolly." The mother asked, "What did you do, help her fix her dolly?" "No," said the little one, "I helped her cry."
Or like this: In a rural section of southern California, a Mexican mother died, leaving a family of eight children. The oldest, a girl not yet 17, was a tiny thing. Upon her frail shoulders fell the burden of caring for the family. Assuming the task with courage, she kept the children clean, well fed, clothed and in school. One day when complimented for her noble work, she replied, "I can't take credit for something I have to do." "But, my dear," the good lady said, "you could get out of it; you don't have to do all you are doing." The girl paused for a moment of thought, then said, "Yes, maybe so; but what about the 'have-to' that's inside of me?"
-- Mann
